TRANQUILITY PART 13 ( 'What was that?' )
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(Oreo stands over the sink while washing his hands. vivd and dark thoughs popping and flashing in his head. he and the rest of the crew had been through so much and it just kept getting worse.)
Oreo- go from petty theivin and banking scratch to fugitives to...(oreo reaches for a hand towel to dry his hands)..to be hunted like gorram animals. whens it gonna end. captain gots me and those kids on board. alliance aint never gonna stop still they got us.
(Oreo makes his way silently to the infirmary doors, but before you leaves, he takes one more look at shiny)
Oreo- you're gonna be safe now girl, this whole gorram ship is gonna be. Got one more shuttle left...
(oreo leaves, his pace hard and quickly. he steps with purpose, anger and a mission. Up the steel stairway into the shuttle he enter. Oreo rotates the swivel pilots chair towards him and he lowers himself down into it)
Oreo- it's time to end this once and for all. The alliance wanted a weapon and now those bastards gonna get themselves a war.
(The ship powers up. A flashing light on the bridge catches wash's eye. he reaches for a com.)
Wash- ahhhh,captain...
Captain- Yeah, what do you need wash?
Wash- are you by chance doing a systems check...or anything on the shuttle?
Captain- No.
Wash- Then i think we have a problem...
Go n-eírí an bóthar leat. - May the road rise with you.
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(Oreo stands over the sink while washing his hands. vivd and dark thoughs popping and flashing in his head. he and the rest of the crew had been through so much and it just kept getting worse.)
Oreo- go from petty theivin and banking scratch to fugitives to...(oreo reaches for a hand towel to dry his hands)..to be hunted like gorram animals. whens it gonna end. captain gots me and those kids on board. alliance aint never gonna stop still they got us.
(Oreo makes his way silently to the infirmary doors, but before you leaves, he takes one more look at shiny)
Oreo- you're gonna be safe now girl, this whole gorram ship is gonna be. Got one more shuttle left...
(oreo leaves, his pace hard and quickly. he steps with purpose, anger and a mission. Up the steel stairway into the shuttle he enter. Oreo rotates the swivel pilots chair towards him and he lowers himself down into it)
Oreo- it's time to end this once and for all. The alliance wanted a weapon and now those bastards gonna get themselves a war.
(The ship powers up. A flashing light on the bridge catches wash's eye. he reaches for a com.)
Wash- ahhhh,captain...
Captain- Yeah, what do you need wash?
Wash- are you by chance doing a systems check...or anything on the shuttle?
Captain- No.
Wash- Then i think we have a problem...
Go n-eírí an bóthar leat. - May the road rise with you.
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“Unfortunately in our current situation I don’t have much choice in the matter. Only one of these ships is gonna be leaving this rock and despite yours being a little banged up mine just doesn’t have room for all you for a permanent basis. Besides that this is your ship which I imagine you’ve worked pretty hard for. Mine just sort of came to me from a friend who’d stolen it from somebody else. And just so YOU know my head comes with a price tag as well” Wisp didn’t go into details of his run-ins with the Crimson Squad. He was actually an Alliance experiment himself he just didn’t know it, so he had the boys from EINSTEIN after him as well. All in all he’d probably fit in pretty well with this rag tag bunch, kinda reminded him of the good old days back on Boros sitting round the fire with his previous crew getting to know one another.
“Now that’s sorted ill get the part installed double quick and we can worry about who gets the top bunk when we can get these damn oxygen masks and space suits off. I’ll give you a hand with your crewman on my way…” They turned to where the body of Oreo had been lying when this conversation started and found him conspicuous by his absence. “Where the hell did he go?”
Just then a clunk and clang was heard as the vessels remaining shuttle powered up and detached itself from the ship.
“WASH!” The captain shouted through his oxygen mask making a run for the bridge “What the hell is going on with my ship?”
As much as Wisp was confused by the current goings on he knew his first priority had to be the Auxiliary rather than the inter person politics of the crew he now found himself unwittingly a member of. The air was slowly becoming more and more volatile and the faster he got the air supply working again the better off they’d all be. Heading back to his own ship he gave his patch a cursory check to make sure the seal was still tight. As long as the ship remained landed it would hold up fine until a more permanent repair could take place. Stepping through the airlock back onto his own ship Wisp removed the helmet and breathed deep the fresh air. As much as this air was as recycled as his space suit it lacked the chemical odour or the stench of sweat that went with it.
He began to make his way to the crew section to pack up a few things but then corrected himself and headed to the internal engine. Packing would have to wait until his new house had air. He began saying a final farewell to this ship that had been his home for the past few years. It hadn’t been a very cosy home he reminded himself. Regulation bed, no kitchen, having to spend days without showering as the water recycled. In some ways a Firefly class would be a much more comfortable surrounding. But he had to resign himself to the fact that his direct search for his friends was over as of now. He couldn’t scour the verse as he had done chasing up every lead and clue. He was stuck on their route.
Reaching the internal engine Wisp disabled the safety locks and deactivated the life support. As the various gases contained within the system vented into space he placed a fresh oxygen tank into his space suit and replaced the helmet. As he extracted the auxiliary unit he decided the best bet was to deactivate the internal engines as well to save fuel which he could transfer to the Tranquillity. It meant when he returned to pack he’d have to do it with a respirator but that was a job for later. Picking up the auxiliary he headed back across the airlock to install the new part.
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Professor Trepsil stood in his best suit fiddling awkwardly with the collar as he travelled up the elevator. He hated wearing these damn suits, he was much happier in a comfortable lab coat with a cheap shirt than this expensive fandanglement. On that point he hated these holo-meetings. Every month for two years since what happened on Santos he’d given the same talk on his work just adding in updated results. He should have been thankful that he and his work hadn’t been disposed of but the results were too impressive to let go of. The operatives were chomping at the bit to get hold of Phase II’s and the Military were just as excited over the Phase III’s. And in-between him and them were the Crimson Squad.
The Crimson Squad were the military branch of Alliance-Scientific, The field operatives, and the people in charge of the general wet work. They were the ones responsible for making sure everyone knew that no matter what field of research you were in you knew who you were working for-The Government. The CS were the people in charge of investigation of any unusual observations in the verse and control of ‘classified material. They had no interest in the science they were involved with only that it remained in the correct hands and was directed in the correct field. In his case they were chasing down a generally ballsed up field study of part of his research.
His research, Bah. His science that had been corrupted into a field it was never intended to go into. And now here he was going to see military types about how their problem, that was their idea, was somehow his fault.
Eventually the elevator stopped on the conference floor and he stepped out into a gleaming beige waiting area. He was sure it had been designed by psychologists to make it as relaxing and comfortable as possible which somehow reduced the effect in his mind. A blonde receptionist sat behind a curved desk in the corner and he approached trying to look at ease.
“Morning I’m Professor Trepsil here for a Holo-Conference with Crimson.”
“one moment please” she chirped typing away at her monitor. How could she be so peppy he deliberated? She obviously she wasn’t about to go into a meeting with twelve men who’s job it was to think of ways to turn all research towards killing things. “Righty ho Professor you’re in Booth 3 this morning. Have a nice call”
“Thank you” he said with nervous politeness as he stepped towards the door labelled with a dark blue three. The inside opened into a closet with a 3D projection screen in front of him and a small control panel at his waist. Pressing the connect button a projection of himself appeared on the screen to make sure he looked presentable. Trepsil stood at a tall 6 feet but appeared more so due to a thin frame. His hands were long leading down to spindly fine fingers. He was slightly more haggard than he should have been for his age and sported a bald head with white hair hanging on thinly around the sides. His thin angular features were matched with thing glasses that perched on the tip of his nose.
Pressing connect again the display changed to a table with 12 men seated around it all in black uniforms with crimson collars. Behind them he could also see two standing gentlemen who he knew to be the head of the UQI division and the Professor in charge of Project: Valkyrie who he couldn’t quite remember the name of. Those two gentlemen knew they had no place in this meeting but they were always dragged along due to the interactions that had occurred.
“Morning Gentlemen” Trepsil Began “Im here to provide an update on project: Einstein with particular reference to subject #23 William Spacer AKA Wisp and operation caged sparrow...”
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(the captain steps onto the bridge, weezing breathes being taken)
Captain- what hell is going on wash?!
Wash- shuttle just detached...
Captain- Well who the hell is in it?!
(wash turns to the captain with an "I don't know Look" on his face. he's chuckles slightly)
Wash- Ummmmm, beg your pardon captain, but i think the best question to ask is, "Who is on THIS ship?"
(The captain slip into deep thought for a moment)
Captain- wash, com...NOW!
(Wash opens a direct channel to the shuttle)
Captain- OREO! you damned idiot, return to the ship, NOW!
(On the shuttle, oreo begins to set a course into the shuttle navigation unit when the captain voice begins to fill the air. Oreo, stops for a brief second until the captain voice penetrates deep into his brain. He cracks a smile and continues setting his course. The captain continues to avert oreo from his doings with idol threats of shooting and things have to do with the letter M.Captain, slams his fist down onto tranquilites control panel. he peers out the window and watches as the ship slowly drifts away.)
Captain- Im pretty sure he's setting a course for god know where, so as soon as you can, find out where.
(The captian storms out,cursing Oreo's name and leaving wash alone once again on the bridge)
Wash- First hes dead, then knock out, then he's knocked out and then not dead and now he's stolen our last shuttle. that half breed more trouble then the Alliance.
Go n-eírí an bóthar leat. - May the road rise with you.
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"Wash, keep tracking him. He'll be out of range soon and we won't be flyin' in time to catch him.
All we can do is estimate his course after that."
"Ruttin' reaver steals our last shuttle.
I shoulda stuffed him in the cryobox with the Twins. He probably woulda stolen them though."
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Shadow returns to Wisp from the latest crisis on the bridge.
"Well, our resident reaver just took your new room and flew off with it. I guess he had an oxygen mask.
He probably stole that too.
"You're still welcome to shack up in one of the available rooms, which seem to be vacating in a rapid fashion. We stuck the Twins in a box,
Wash sleeps on the bridge half the time, and as you can see, Our gunhand just checked out."
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"Wash, You still reading the shuttle?"
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Wisp had just finished installing the auxiliary when Shadow re-entered the engine room. Wisp had had to do a bit of creative sealing and rearrangement to get it in place but as he opened up the air flow into it he was rewarded with a satisfying green light. Shadow explained what happened as Wisp returned to the computer console to check on how the oxygen was increasing.
“Quite a motley crew you have going on here captain. How many people do you have onboard? Discounting the guy who just stole your shuttle.” Wisp would like to start meeting these people but respirators and space suits didn’t make for a great greeting setting. TOBI was saying that the atmosphere was at 45% throughout the ship, at 50 that atmosphere would be ok to go about without respirators just a little thin. When it hit 60% he’d go back to the Epsilon and start packing.
“And on a similar vein do you have a mechanic on board? I'm pretty good at repairs but i was wondering if you had anyone to help repair your breach in the cargo hold? I’ve not had too much experience with structural repairs. I’m a tech guy you see, circuits and things. I'm a pretty good pilot as well and I can handle myself well in a fire fight. But my real talents lie in computers, seeing as I'm gonna be onboard for a fair period of time I can upgrade your sensors and jammers to state of the art.”
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(On the Shuttle)
Oreo- I can feel the captains hands around me neck, but i can't think about that now, gotta get back to Nilo, talk to Jasper see what info i can get, but this shuttle ain't got that much life support to make it all the way back.
(Oreo pulls up a S.System chart. he scans through looking for the next nearest planet.)
Oreo- Gorramit! Kito! are you serious?! that reaver infested rats nest! can't land there, them reavers will be on me in no time.
(Oreo re-checks the chart)
Oreo- damn...
(Oreo hesitates for a moment. he begins to think to himself, wondering if he should turn the shuttle around and dock back with the ship. Alliance goons are easy to take down by himself, but he had already had a run in with the reavers once back on Silas when they kiddnapped him before the explosion. Shiny and Irish had to rescue him. Oreo,figures that this time if he does, that no one will be there to rescue him this time. Sitting still, staring at the control and lost in thought. a sigh escapes from tween his lips. Oreo plugs in coordinates...and heads back to the Tranquility)
Oreo- Gonna have to think of a new plan...after the captain is done with me.
(On thge bridge of tranquility wash is frantically scrambling to capture the cooridnates of the shuttle oreo hi jacked)
Captain- WASH! HAVE GOTTEN ANYTHING YET!
Wash- No, nothing...maybe his jamming the shuttles sig...nal?
Captain-what?
Wash- I...I got the coordiantes?
Captain- Ok, where's he going?!
Wash- he's not going anywhere, he's coming back
(The captain gives wash a slightly confused look)
Captian- coming ba...whatever get him docked and i'll be waiting for him.
Go n-eírí an bóthar leat. - May the road rise with you.
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